March, 2013

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Grandma’s Brandy Snaps

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I have no idea exactly how much goodness is in these crunchy little numbers, but on a scale of one to 100 it surely must be soaring well into the single digits.

Also, there is no brandy used in the recipe so can only assume it must be sipped while making them. At least, that’s the road I took.

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Dr Tracey, Sarcasm Woman

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“Why are you up already?” Tracey asked me this morning. It was 6am. I never see 6am.

“Not well,” I said, holding my stomach. “I’ve had cramps for an hour and now my head hurts.” Put simply, I’m not well today.

Fortunately there’s a doctor in the house, albeit an unqualified, uneducated, sarcastic one.

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Grandma’s Chicken Liver Pate

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This recipe is so easy Master7 did everything except the cleaning of the soaked livers. Of course, he thinks he’s ready for Masterchef now.

WARNING. You make this once, you’ll make it a hundred times. Furthermore, you will waste a bucket of cash buying and trying store bought pates and throwing them out after the first taste because they will be horrid and unstomachable compared to the one you now make yourself.

This is not a joke. I’m being serious. You have been warned. Proceed at your own risk.

But also, it’s worth it 🙂

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My Father’s Son

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Depending on the task at hand, work can be a lot harder than being at home.

But humans have adapted to hot and cold climates, high altitudes, droughts and all sorts of conditions, so I’ve put my best foot forward. Oh, yes, I’ve adapted to my work environment and learned to nap on my feet.

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Getting Bagged At School

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Every single thing I produced in art class at school, bar one complaint attracting exception, ended up in the bin because they were rubbish.

And it seems Master7 is a chip off the ol’ block.

“He’s really upset,” Tracey told me when I arrived home from school.

Well, we can’t have that now, can we.

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72nd

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“I heard I made your blog thingame,” Dad told me. Word travels fast – I only put it up eight hours earlier, before going to bed. “Give us a look then.”

I admit I was a little nervous. Aside from Tracey, I’m not used to watching the person I’ve written about, and let’s be honest, often in less than flattering terms, read my posts.

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I’ve been framed

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“This is your fault,” I told Tracey when she told me (again) my new glasses sucked. “You didn’t text me back you hated them.”

For a week now Tracey has had this annoying habit of breaking out into a huge, stupid grin when she walks into the room and looks at me. Then she’ll back out, chuckling and shaking her head.

Mind you, I admit it’s been nice to make her laugh.

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Blood & Bone

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“Are we ready to go home?” I asked Tracey. We’d taken the kids to a park where they can ride their scooters and bikes.

“No, not yet,” she said. “They’re having so much fun.”

“So we’re going to wait until someone hurts themselves then?”

In the world of helicopter parenting, we’re the ones they’ve grounded due to poor maintenance.

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Grandma’s Vanilla Slice

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Growing up, these were the slices I asked Mum to make whenever the housework was done and she looked like she was ready to sit down and relax.

These days I feel sorry for her, but back then I just assumed the thing she loved most in the world was making me happy and not having a moment to herself.